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[Wednesday, October 11th @ 11:16pm] |
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A woman calls my house once a week, she's always selling things.
Some charity, a phone plan, a subscription to a magazine.
And as i turned her down (i always do), there was something trembling in her voice.
I said,
"hey, what troubles you?"
She said,
"i'm surprised you noticed.
Well, my husband, he's leaving,and i can't convince him to stay.
And he'll take our daughter with him, she wants to go with him anyway.
I'm sorry i'm hard to live with, but living is the problem for me.
I'm selling people things they don't want when i don't know what you need."
He said, "the slow fade of love
And its mist might choke you.
It's my gradual descent
Into a life i never meant.
It's the slow fade of love."
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[Sunday, June 18th @ 6:14pm] |
I loove summer
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[Sunday, June 11th @ 3:58pm] |
Todays my birthdayy!
:-)
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